Coming Back From the Dead – An SHTF Change of Pace

Here’s a subject that’s a little (ok, a lot) off topic, but since we’re all friends here I thought I’d throw it out there and see if anybody bites.

I read an interesting story recently about three people who died and then come back from the dead. All of them reported “out of body” experiences, seeing other (dead) people or spirits, and a couple of them had remarkable recoveries from their illnesses.

Like you, I’ve read many instances of life after death and I’ve yelled, “Don’t go into the light!” as a joke with my friends. I watched the scary movie with Bruce Willis and the little kid that could see dead people. I love a good horror show or scary book. But to have visions while you’re dead?

Do you think there’s something to it?

My father is absolutely convinced of it. I’d like to believe it, but I’ve always been a very science oriented type of guy. Show me the evidence. Show me the proof.

After my brother died nearly ten years ago I had some extremely lucid dreams about him. Interestingly enough, the two that felt the most real were when I was camping out in the woods very close to an old Micmac burial mound in my uncle’s tipi. They were so real I woke up with my heart pounding and nearly sweating. Magic? Coincidence? Synapses firing in random order after a traumatic experience?

My dad swears they were “visits.” I called them lucid dreams. I wanted them to be visits and they felt extremely real, but I just can’t let my mind go there without some kind of hard evidence.

Here’s an interesting experience that happened when I was about sixteen or seventeen. My mother was boiling eggs in the kitchen and my younger sister called me from the living room. I was in the kitchen with my mom and with no awareness at all of my surroundings I bolted towards the living room and got that pot full of boiling water straight down my belly. It went from just under my pecs to just below the belt line and covered about half my stomach. My mom looked at me with shock on her face then threw the pot into the sink and grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off my body. I remember thinking, “Man, she just tore my shirt!”

There was no pain at all as apparently I’d gone into instant shock. I looked down and saw the skin from my stomach stretching from the shirt to my torso as she tried to yank the shirt off and it just didn’t register. My sister came to the doorway to the kitchen and suddenly it felt like I was looking over her shoulder at the whole scene. Talk about a feeling of displacement! There was no feeling of movement at all – just boom! And there I was looking at myself from over my sister’s shoulder. Just as suddenly I was “back in my body” and the pain started to hit. If you’ve never been burned you can’t really get a good idea of just how painful it is. I wound up with third degree burns on my stomach and the scars lasted for nearly 25 years. You’d have to have a trained eye to see it now.

But the experience I had of looking over my sister’s shoulder was certainly weird. I can explain it away simply by blaming it on the shock to my system and that’s what I’ve done, but I often wonder if there’s more to life – and death – than we can imagine.

Science, in a lot of ways, has certainly proven to be stranger than fiction. Ever study quantum mechanics? Or looked at the general and special theories of relativity?

Do you suppose there’s a scientific explanation for these kinds of things? Maybe some kind of quantum displacement that happens is these situations? Or a type of energy we haven’t discovered yet?

Science

I guess the thing I like about science is the approach. If a theory is wrong it will eventually be proven and a new one will replace it until it can either be proven right or wrong.

But I’m curious to what you think. As you know we don’t write about religion or politics much at this blog and there’s a good reason for it. I like to present information that’s useful and to some degree measurable. For example: “If you do a lot of canning then after TSHTF you’ll be better off than those who don’t.” That’s the kind of practical thing that’s measurable.

With politics and religion there’s a lot of polarization, which I think is a shame because people should try and understand the other point of view before jumping to conclusions. Maybe we’d all learn something, which is why I enjoy the conversations I have with my dad.

Having said that I’d like to hear what you think. If you’d like to comment keep it respectful no matter what the other point of view may be. Healthy disagreement is fine, but name calling and vitriol is not.

So how about it? Got any cool stories, experiences, or beliefs you’d like to share?

Sound off below!

-Jarhead Survivor

There is so much information on the subject. Various saints have had regular visits from souls in purgatory. Google “souls and purgatory”. Another interesting topic you may want to google is “incorruptible bodies of saints”.

My son died in 2000 after a 9 1/2 year battle with a brain tumor. Five years later, his nephew, B, was born, and three years after that, the little one started interacting with a ‘friend,’ whom he called ‘The Guy” and we adults shortened to TG. Cutting to the chase, we recognized TG as his deceased uncle from the things he told B about himself, and things that TG told him about US that B would have had no way of knowing. I have over 100 documented incidents over an 18 month period, and no, noone ever fed B information.

Think of it as entering another dimension, rather than reborn, in the sense that only B could see and hear TG, but we all KNOW he did.

In closing, if you believe, no proof is necessary. If you don’t believe, no proof is enough.

The brain is a complicated organ, its computing capacity has not been fully understood yet. I’m not sure if I believe ghosts or the like, but energy can take many forms. My story of a connection goes like this, I’m at work on a loading dock feeling good, them bam I am sick and feeling very weak, this happens in seconds. I barely finish my shift, go home and go to bed. My Mom calls the next day and tells me my brother had an accident, taking a dart to the eye. The time of the accident was the exact same time as my sudden illness. My brother and I have never been close or even friendly most of the time. In some way are energies are connected and it cannot be destroyed only transformed. I hope mine goes to the right entity when the time comes.

Brought up by religious parents but not religious (or even a believer myself). My wife is. I go to church with her to show her that I support her belief in a higher power (as long as they preach love and not hate). I even listen to the sermons. Just because I don’t believe doesn’t mean I should close myself to the message of love and respect. Wisdom is wisdom, it doesn’t matter where it comes from. Just a shame that there are many people who can (and do) twist it.

That said, I don’t believe in souls or whatever. However, I have had experiences that rock that belief to it’s core. In high school I worked at an old folks home. Dealt with a lot of “there one day, not the next” as a teenager. Some that I grew close to. None of those experiences were seeing someone that wasn’t there but actual physical things happening that had no explanation. Oh there were stories, the most popular among the night watch crew was “the lady in the red dress.” Several people I personally knew as stand up people had claimed to see her. Then there was Roger. He was an old likable curmudgeon. Who was fond of practical jokes. He always used to say he was going to torment everyone when he died. The day after he died. Clocks in the entire wing were constantly being changed. I had things move on me. Put them down, turn around and they weren’t were i put them. But I never put any stock in the ghost crap. I just didn’t put it where I thought I did or it rolled/moved based on something else I did. I took the stories as stories.

One happened recently. A co-worker, with whom I would chat with regularly on a vast variety of subjects died suddenly (about a year ago). Once a month I have a work week that runs in the 80 hour range. He was always telling me to chill out and just go home. About 3 months ago, I was on one of those “hell weeks.” I was on hour 15 (but still lucid and not tired), it was about 8:45 pm and I was the only one in the buidling. I was at my desk working. The area around is pretty open. So there I was at my desk concentrating on my computer when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and no one was there. I got up and looked around, nobody was anywhere, nothing was on the floor next to me. It wasn’t my imagination or a spasm or anything. Something literally tapped on the shoulder. I said out loud, “OK. Bill. Fine, I’ll shut down and go home, no need to freak me out.” I said it jokingly of course. I still am not a believer in ghosts or stuff like that but that one was TOTALLY unexplainable. And freaked me out a little.

it’s ok to be skeptical. not every supernatural phenomenon is “goodness” in and of itself.

the Deity claims he does exist. (and He has said so to numerous witnesses) I’ll take him at His Word. The Great Spirit had made Himself known to the “people” before the missionaries arrived here with “Good News”.

I believe Cookie Lady, and riverrider. (see above, see below)
I would not take ownership of any life other than the one in which I’m living. what really angers/ creeps me out is the
James Leininger story. the entity he lives with is not a relative from the distant past. I’m sorry for the WWII pilot who died, but the kid should have his own life.

As an RN I have had so many unexplained experiences that I had lost count. I have been at the bedsides of dozens of people at the moment of death and many times have had an encounter with their “spirits” as they left. I have felt the touch of these spirits on my person such as a loving pat on my cheek, an arm over my shoulder, and a soft “glow” in the corner of the ceiling of the room. I have been a participant where we had given up and the stopped resusitation efforts only to have the person “return” after we had stopped our efforts. I was holding my father while he was sitting on the side of his bed and “felt” his spirit pass through me just moments before he took his last breath. (It was like opening the oven and getting a blast of hot air but it wasn’t “hot”.)
The strangest experience was several years ago. We had a life long family friend who was in terrible shape after a serious surgery gone very wrong and the Lord told me to go to her. I resisted over and over again, but finally “submitted” and got a flight back to “home” to be with her. She improved a great deal and I needed to get back to Colorado, but since my sister lived only 50 miles away I decided to visit her for the day before I was scheduled to leave.
The day was wonderful and we were finishing the visit with a walk in her garden. She suddenly swatted at her face and said “damn, I jst got stung”. I looked and said okay we bettter go in so I can look at this. We got into the house and she went into the bathroom. Moments later I hear her softly calling,”Kathy, I need help”. I ran in and know immeadiatly that she was in anaphalactic shock and screamed for her daughter to call the squad. As she slid to the bathroom floor I knew she was near death as she was turning blue and her pupils had started to dilate. I started CPR as she had stopped breathing. As I worked I knew she was “gone” but kept working and I then screamed at her “Don’t you dare leave me, you are the only one who loves me!” ( where that came from I have no idea as I have a loving family and many close friends). Within seconds of uttering those words she took a deep breath and her heart starting working again. By then the squad had arrived and it was as many hours later that we were able to see each other.
When we talked, she described being surrounded in a warm, white glow. She said that a being was holding her hand and that she knew that if she “breathed out” she would die and she was fine with that. Her only concern was that she knew her eyes were open and wished I would close them for her. So she “knew” I was there. She then said that when she heard my plea and “turned her head” so she could “see’ me. At that moment she was back in her body. She later said, ” I hope the Lord isn’t upset with me. I just couldn’t leave with you feeling that no one loved you”.
I have often pondered the fact that if I had not been obedient to visit our family friend I would not have been with my sister in those fateful moments. It was only later that the Lord indicated to me that the visit wasn’t for my friend, but was for my sisters survival. We often talk about being on both “sides” of this near death experience and know that our creator controls every aspect of our lives.

e=mc2…..einstein proved the afterlife with science. energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed to matter, and back. the science headline today is “do we have genetic memory?” i say yes, so do some scientists. i have had several experiences like this. i died once, for a few seconds, but to me it was quite longer. i watched them from above working on me. oxygen depletian does not explain the differing vantage point. i have seen the spirits of my grandfather, grandmother and great grandmother, all came to tell me something important. the biggest thing though for me is past lives. among many deja vu experiences, i was watching a celtic girl sing a song i never heard before about a place i never heard of. i burst into uncontrollable tears, sobbing for hours after. the song was “in gallway” and the year 1400 flashed into my mind as the tears came. i researched and found that gallway was in northern england, where the first iteration of my name is recorded after the viking conquest. in 1400 there was recorded much strife, noble against noble, brother against brother, son killing fathers. i died there, i know it now….my sister went to a medium, a real one. she doesn’t even ask your name, why you’re there and tells you to be silent and she doesn’t even look at you….the woman told my sister about me, unsolicited mind you. that i was a soldier and have been a soldier thru out eternity. that i was a viking, and much to my dismay a yankee, among many others. this explains so much in my life. and i wasn’t even there when she says this. how can science explain that?

I see dead people—they are everywhere…..Oh wait those are just Obama voters!—- After my third cancer surgery death sat on the edge of my bed for an hour eating a peanut butter sandwich; Was she real? I can still see her in my memory ,I could smell the sandwich. So What is “real”? Is it in the 90% of the universe that we cannot interact with but know is there because it has mass? Is it our current phase (energy) state, or are we more? Is there a “higher plain?” Man has asked this from the first moment of self awareness. People have created belief systems to___ the question . But no one has “proof of afterlife”. All I know for sure is , we’ll find out at the end (or not). Until that day I don’t worry too much about it.

I don’t claim to have all the answers as to why weird stuff happens but, I do believe the bible when it says that the afterlife is spent with God in heaven or eternally separated from him because of our sin. I accepted Jesus death as payment for my sin so I know I won’t be wondering the earth as a lost spirit when I die (the bible teaches that unbelievers won’t either).

forget the afterlife for a moment, and think about how highly improbable this life is. the best explanation that science has come up with is a creation event. (big bang) that only explains dust. it still doesn’t explain “life”.
they can modify living things, but despite all their efforts, they have never created any living thing. we also know that niether energy nor matter can be created or destroyed by any ordinary means. (and yet, here it all is)